I think I forgot about you, somewhere along the line.
You were once so much a part of my life. It's funny how now I could probably walk past you, sharing only a vague smile and the thought of how we used to be.
I used to need you around, Talk to you before I went to bed, when I woke up, when I drove places, on Wednesdays, Fridays, Sundays and alternate Tuesdays.
What happened to us?
I think it was me. I'm not sure you did anything that could have ever made me forget about you.
You were there, you listened to whatever I prattled on about. You didn't mind.
I'll come into contact with you now, but only as a friend of a friend.
You'd probably still be there if I tried to talk to you, and we could probably have just as much fun as we used to, but I think it's better now.
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